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His figure stood slenderly at the edge of the precipice, the breeze whipping his white clothes into a rustling sound.,Some were merely an ordinary little wooden hut, a slow and clear stream, and a middle-aged man in green clothes sitting on the ground by the river.,He was an ordinary middle-aged man, dressed in plain blue clothes, and he didn't have a particularly intimidating aura.。

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